Chapter 15 #3
A moment later, his zipper was down, and he stepped out of his pants, left in only the same black boxer briefs he’d been wearing earlier.
The outline of his hard cock had me practically drooling.
Bowen slipped his fingers beneath the elastic waistband, and he hesitated.
I flicked a gaze up to his eyes and caught a hint of worry.
“Bowen?” I scrambled up to sit on my knees.
“It’s fine. It’s just been a while since I was naked with someone, let alone someone who looks like you.”
“Gods, Bowen, you’re beautiful. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. From the first moment I saw you, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You. I want you, I want all of you, no one else.”
His brown eyes twinkled with a look of admiration, and then his boxer briefs were gone. I sucked in a breath at the sight of him. Holy shit! A growl rumbled through me, making Bowen laugh.
“Fuck, Rudy, the way you react, it kills me. It makes me feel like the sexiest man in the world.”“You are!” I roared.
Bowen laughed again and then pushed me until my back was against the headboard. He climbed onto my lap, settling over my cock, which bucked from the weight of him on me. Oh gods! He felt so perfect nestled on me. Why was I still wearing pants?
His arms went over my shoulders, and he leaned down to kiss me. With his mouth on mine, I felt the brush of him in my mind, “You can touch me wherever you want.”
My hands went to his waist, squeezing him, loving the way his soft skin felt beneath my touch. He rolled his hips forward, sliding over my fabric-covered erection, making me moan and my vision go blurry.
Trying to match his boldness, I let my hands drift down over the top of his ass.
My fingers dug in as I grabbed two big handfuls and pulled him across me.
Bowen hummed into my mouth, thrusting his tongue against mine.
Encouraged by his reaction I did it again, making us both groan with pleasure.
Fuck, the sound he made was the best thing I’d ever heard.
“Pants,” I muttered into his mouth, wishing I had the ability to talk without removing my mouth from him.
Bowen laughed against me and sat up straight. He ground himself on my lap, making me hiss as pressure built within me. “Just making sure you were ready.”
My teeth snapped together and I snarled, “I’m ready.”
With a pat on my chest, he chuckled. “Okay, big guy.”
Bowen scooted backwards and undid the button and zipper on my jeans. “Lift your ass, you’re too heavy for me to maneuver.”
I did as he said, holding my ass up. He slid my jeans down, catching my boxers with them, revealing my throbbing, aching cock, and pushed them down my legs. Under the heat of Bowen’s gaze, my cock bucked, and a bead pearled at the tip. Fuck me, I wasn’t going to last with him looking at me like.
“Bowen!” His name came out with a plea. Those beautiful brown eyes met mine with a look as hungry and desperate as I felt.
Instead of climbing back up, he got off the bed, making my heart sink with disappointment.
Bowen grabbed his bag off the floor and rifled through it.
Now was not the time for a bully stick, so help me gods.
Except, the memory of what I’d done with the last one made my body heat all over.
“Aha, there you are.” He came back to the bed and dropped a tube beside me.
When I saw what it was, I felt my eyes widen, and my heart rate kick into high gear. “Holy shit!” This was real, actually fucking real.
Bowen laughed softly before taking his spot on my lap, only this time with nothing between us. The way he settled onto me had me gripping his hips and breathing deeply to keep from coming right there before we even did anything.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything. We can do or not do whatever we want, okay, Rudy?”
“Fuck, I want it. I want you so fucking bad it hurts, I just don’t know if I can.”
“It’s okay, we’ll have time,” Bowen said as he kissed me gently.
He grabbed the lube, and I stopped breathing, watching as he poured some into his hand. I didn’t know what I was expecting him to do, but he settled back on my thighs, with my dick standing up between us. He stroked his hand over my cock, making me hiss and thrust up into the cool grip. “Oh, gods!”
After a few strokes, I already felt the tension coiling deep, and I gripped his hips to keep myself grounded. Bowen leaned forward and kissed me, easing his hold on me. “Breathe.”
I focused on the soothing sound of him in my mind.
His hand left me, and he shifted his position.
When I looked to see what he was doing, he lined his cock with mine and gripped them both in his hand.
With the first slide of his velvety skin against mine, a growl rumbled out of me. “Fuck, Bowen. More!”
Watching him work us a few times, I could no longer sit here and let things happen to me.
I wrapped my hand around our cocks, pushing his hand out of the way.
Bowen leaned back, holding onto my thighs as I began pumping us together.
The two of us together was infinitely better than doing this solo.
And the sounds he made… and the intense perfume of desire wafting out of him, it was completely intoxicating.
I might not have been where I wished to be, buried deep inside of him, but damn, the sight and feel of him was incredible.
My hand worked faster, and with it Bowen’s breathing and panting sounds sped up. It was too much. The tension building in me was at a breaking point, like I would rip apart if I tried to hold back for even a second.
A roar bellowed out of me as I exploded, warm spurts coating my belly and hand, adding to the slickness of the lube, and I could smell it.
I could smell me on him, and I wanted to coat him with my scent, to mark him, so everyone would know he was mine.
I slowed my hand as my dick pulsed. Possessiveness and need filled my mind, my body, every inch of me.
It was my wolf; it was me. Everything that was part of me needed him to be mine.
Bowen leaned forward, putting his face in my line of sight. “Are you okay?”
My chest heaved, and the singular thought was the only thing I could focus on. “Need.”
Bowen clasped his hands on my cheeks. “What do you need, Rudy? Whatever it is, you can tell me. I promise you won’t push me away.”
My nostrils flared, inhaling his heady orange marmalade scent. The sweat, the arousal, the sweet smell that was purely him, and me. It was so fucking delicious. So delicious, and I needed to taste. No. I needed to… bite.
Bowen brushed his lips softly against mine and then tilted his head to the side in a deliberate movement.
Did he hear me? I was certain I didn’t say it out loud.
But his neck was right there, long and smooth, and his heart beat thrumming beneath the surface.
My eyes locked onto it, and I couldn’t look away; the sight of his willing surrender made my canines elongate and sharpen.
In my mind, I felt him. I felt him speaking directly to my wolf. “I’m yours, take me.”
His inviting my wolf into this moment made my heart feel like it would erupt in my chest. It was acceptance of who I was, of all of me. My heart didn’t erupt, but I did.
I lunged forward, my jaw open wide, and I closed my teeth around his delicate neck.
Clamping down, my fangs broke the surface, and Bowen gasped.
I could feel him, could feel everything he felt: the thrill, the excitement, the complete trust. With it came his scent, as if I had tapped straight into the source of it.
There wasn’t a hint of fear, only want, desire, and something much richer.
My hand squeezed around his cock, and a loud moan fell from his lips.
With my mouth locked onto his neck, not pressing any deeper, but not releasing either, I pumped his cock.
With each slide of my hand along his shaft, I could sense it through our connection.
It was as if his pleasure was my own. His need was my need.
His body was mine, fully and completely.
Faster. I moved faster. The sounds in his throat reverberated through me.
Bowen put his hands on my shoulder, gripping tight, never once trying to pull away from my hold on his neck.
My hand slid and twisted around him, and his cock hardened beneath my touch.
Our chests heaved in sync. His breath in my lungs.
His heart in my chest. When his release came with a shout, it was mine, too.
Feeling his pulse beneath my lips, I gently drew back. Beads of blood appeared on his fair skin, and I dragged my tongue along the marks to clean him, growling with the taste of his essence.
Bowen leaned his forehead against mine. “Holy fucking shit! What was that?”
Wrapping my arms around him, I held him tight to my chest, uncaring of the mess between us. The glorious mess that was a blend of both our scents. I thought he smelled good on his own, but it didn’t compare to the way we smelled together.
While holding him, I carefully rolled to lay him beside me, and propped myself up on one arm. I tilted his head to the side to see the four marks I’d left on his neck, making me feel really damn proud but also a little worried. “Are you okay?”
Bowen let out a laugh. His hand reached up to touch his neck, and he gave me a sated smile. His brown eyes were glazed with satisfaction. “Yeah. Fuck, Rudy, that was… you felt that, right?”
I nodded, still reeling from being able to feel him as if we were one. I put my hand over his chest, his heart pumping to the same rhythm as mine. A bond between us. A bond I felt even now. It was alive, a living string that tied our hearts together.
Staring, I took in every inch of the beautiful man at my side. Overwhelmed by how perfect he was. My mate. That was what he was. Fated? I might not have believed it before, but now… there was no doubt whatsoever.
Bowen tucked my hair behind my ear before gently pulling me down. I nestled beside him, resting my head on his chest, listening to my heart beating within him. A long, slow sigh released from me and I pressed a kiss to the bare skin beneath my cheek.
Exhaustion swept into me, much like it did after shifting, only every part of me was at peace. Bowen wrapped an arm over my shoulder and kissed the top of my head. That gentle touch within my mind came, making me smile. “Rest, big guy. I’m right here.”